I like to remember our walk along the river from Chappel, up the hills and through Chalkney woods, when I walked five miles and you ran twenty. And the astonishment of all as you outran the trains as you chased them along the edge of the field by the Marks Tey line.
Your bark was so deep and loud and ferocious, that we were never bothered by strangers. Yet you were so gentle and intelligent, and you loved and protected our children, and even Jarvis the cat, no matter how often he would jump on you.
I like to remember the adorable puppy, unwanted except by us, and the finest young dog ever, but I cannot bear to remember you becoming frail. We walked the fields together for thirteen years and I thought we could go on forever.
Goodbye my old friend, I miss you still.
T. Waggott - December 2002.


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